"Geometria Catedralica" by Oskar Olazo, Peruvian Artist11 days of a cold and I get to discover how the Peruvian medical system works. Doctors work behind the counter of the pharmacies here, and they ask you some questions, you tell them about your allergies (fortunately I am far enough along in my Spanish that I know how to say, `Soy alergico a la penicilina.') And voila!! For $20 U.S., you get antibiotics. Again, fortunately I know enough Spanish to understand how to take the antibiotics. And I also know a good internet cafe to research said antibiotic to make sure I wasn't just given crack.
Despite needing an entire box of kleenex with me at all times and not being able to taste my food for a week, I have been having a great time this week! My host mom continues to tell people who come over to the house that I caught my cold because I didn't wear shoes or socks to lunch one day two weeks ago. The part in her lecture about me not wearing socks for 30 minutes has evolved I don't wear socks at all, and now whenever I receive a phone call and start to go downstairs, she leaps at me and points at my feet to make sure I am wearing my shoes and socks. I had no idea I could catch a respiratory infection through my feet.
Friday night I had my first Peruvian salsa lesson at school - within 5 minutes we were all twirling and looping and swirling - along with whacking our heads against elbows, stepping on toes, and getting tied into knots with our partners. My partner was lovely, tall 19 year-old Vincent from Holland, so I will admit I honestly didn't mind the getting tied up in knots part. Afterwards my friends and I went to a salsa club to try out our new skills, which ultimately meant Tonya sat wide-eyed on a chair drinking beer and watching what appeared to be professional salsa dancers, which were really just average Peruvians who have been salsa dancing since they were 2. These people were quite possibly the most amazing dancers I have ever seen in my life, and I had absolutely no intention of jumping in.
Despite needing an entire box of kleenex with me at all times and not being able to taste my food for a week, I have been having a great time this week! My host mom continues to tell people who come over to the house that I caught my cold because I didn't wear shoes or socks to lunch one day two weeks ago. The part in her lecture about me not wearing socks for 30 minutes has evolved I don't wear socks at all, and now whenever I receive a phone call and start to go downstairs, she leaps at me and points at my feet to make sure I am wearing my shoes and socks. I had no idea I could catch a respiratory infection through my feet.
Friday night I had my first Peruvian salsa lesson at school - within 5 minutes we were all twirling and looping and swirling - along with whacking our heads against elbows, stepping on toes, and getting tied into knots with our partners. My partner was lovely, tall 19 year-old Vincent from Holland, so I will admit I honestly didn't mind the getting tied up in knots part. Afterwards my friends and I went to a salsa club to try out our new skills, which ultimately meant Tonya sat wide-eyed on a chair drinking beer and watching what appeared to be professional salsa dancers, which were really just average Peruvians who have been salsa dancing since they were 2. These people were quite possibly the most amazing dancers I have ever seen in my life, and I had absolutely no intention of jumping in.
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